Perhaps by then, he would no longer like her, have forgotten her, and might even have found someone new in his heart—or worse, have married and had children...
Donna let out a cold laugh, struggling forcefully to pull her wrist from his grip, but the man's strength was so formidable that it was alarming.
She suddenly looked up, staring at the bloodshot in the man's eyes, and could see how furious he was in that moment!
"Say it again!?" The man enunciated each word, his handsome face menacing, and his eyes even more bloodthirsty.
"Hmph." Donna scoffed, pushing against his shoulder with all her might, stepping forward to leave. However, with one wrist caught in his grip, she couldn't break free and could only stop, turn to face him, and glower, "…General White, stop this pointless hassle. I'm a killer, and you've no idea what kind of woman I am off the job!"
